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Without heistation, I took the rose and closed my eyes to smell the sweet aroma of it and knowing it came from Lestat. Sighing plesantly, I opened my eyes to see Lestat floating above me and jumping to the balcony on the next level in the church. "What---" I started to say, until I saw Lestat signalled me to be quiet by putting his index finger upon his lips and to come over to him.

Walking over to the stairs underneath the balcony, the burning pains in my stomach hurt so badly, I collasped onto the floor. Closing my eyes once again, this time not in pleasure but pain, tears of blood fell from my eyes. But when I opened my eyes, I was next to Lestat who was on the balcony.I questioned myself into why we were up here and especially what was happening to me.

As I looked around curiously down to the floor below us, I thought to myself, "
What is happening?". A tap on the shoulder brought me out of my deep thought and to Lestat's mischeivious smile that he had on his face. "It's time..." Lestat whispered as I heard the noise of the main door to the church opening.

I rubbed my eyes to make sure I was seeing things straight. A group of children around the age of seven and eight were playing a game of hide and go seek. As the last kid ran insde and closed the door behind them, they scattered thoughout the room to hide, whilst one stood behind the door.

I looked over to Lestat for reassurance. My worse fears became real. He glared a the children with an evil smile apon his face, especially at the child near the main door. All alone and unaware of its danger. But why was I up with Lestat and not dead, lying on the floor from being one of his meals?

Once all the other children had hid, Lestat pounced down onto the ground floor like a hungry cat and walked casually to the child counting. "49.... 50...ready or not here I... (turns around and sees Lestat) Hello there mister," the child playfully said, "You want to play?."
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